Father, forgive us for we know not what we do.
We criticize too quickly; still it’s hard to let them abuse you.
We judge too soon; though it pains us to see them use you
to justify their hate and prejudice and fear.
We tear down walls only to build up new ones,
undermine false laws just to write up new ones.
In hopes of writing true ones
we box you in again.
Lord knows we’re trying to live like we’re at peace,
but inside we’re dying to prove that we’re not like them.
And God knows it’s hard to love the ones who damn your friends,
so we justify our judgment with a book of love.
Set us free
and lay it all down.
Set me free.
Won’t you lay it all down?
Father, forgive me for I know not what I do;
I judge your children quickly.
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
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